King TROUP

I just asked God why he called for Troup When it's time to ride, if you love 'em, nigga, prove it You know all your lil' niggas gon' shoot shit up for you I thought I've seen a ghost, because your son look like your food King Troup Action I hop out, I'm dabbin' (I hop out, I'm dabbin') My old lady classy (my old lady classy) We onto this fashion (we onto this fashion) My coupe sit on dabs (my coupe sit on dabs) Hop out with a bad bitch (hop out with a bad bitch) My faculty braggin' (my faculty braggin') My briefs, they high fashion She naked, I walk through the door I promise, I promise she know I pour up a four and got more I'm cold as the North fuckin' Pole I came a long way from the stove I hop in the foreign, go slow Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh I just beat the case I hopped out the Benz I just fucked some twins I had to end it I hopped out again Fucked up in the brain Got drank in my cup I drink lean like I'm Kirko Bangz From ashy to classy Keep up with my ice and my fashion I take care of my kid with a passion I pray to God that they stay happy Lil Roscoe, he see where it's nasty They could've freed him, 'cause he grew up with no daddy But instead they took his family and did him badly Ain't gettin' no fucker, we were savage Gotta counter from the cup and that's all they had They also knew that lil' nigga didn't have a wagon Damn Action I hop out, I'm dabbin' (I hop out, I'm dabbin') My old lady classy (my old lady classy) We onto this fashion (we onto this fashion) My coupe sit on dabs (my coupe sit on dabs) Hop out with a bad bitch (hop out with a bad bitch) My faculty braggin' (my faculty braggin') My briefs, they high fashion She naked, I walk through the door I promise, I promise she know I pour up a four and die more I'm cold as the North fuckin' Pole I came a long way from the stove I hop in the foreign, go slow Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh oh oh Stop it, stop the killin' We, we get millions We together, get the cheddar (get them racks) Fuck them niggas, keep 'em for real Let 'em have it (let 'em have it) Ask God for forgiveness for them babies You know slimes with it, baby, baby Stack them racks up to the ceiling, hey, hey Fuck you a nigga's old lady Keep 'em mad and that's how you know you doin' good Keep embarrassin' them with racks that look like books On some Fendi, with these bitches I need me a real one, I need commitment, where ya at? Action I hop out, I'm dabbin' (I hop out, I'm dabbin') My old lady classy (my old lady classy) We onto this fashion (we onto this fashion) My coupe sit on dabs (my coupe sit on dabs) Hop out with a bad bitch (hop out with a bad bitch) My faculty braggin' (my faculty braggin') My briefs, they high fashion (Versace) She naked, I walk through the door I promise, I promise she know I pour up a four and die more I'm cold as the North fuckin' Pole I came a long way from the stove I hop in the foreign, go slow Iced out, ain't no time in it oh, oh oh oh She know it, she know it She know it, she know it She know it, she know it She know it, yeah she know it She know it She know it She know it, know it, know it, know it, know it, know it King Troup